The Cocteau Twins are so him , argue with a wall
Nancy isn’t a romantic interest in these. (We love Nancy though.) (We hate Stancy in this house)
CW / TW : light mentions of sex (not in full detail)
Maybe a LITTLE ooc .. I’m working on my writing more
𑣲 Jonathan did NOT make the first move. He could barely look at you whenever he met you. (Whatever circumstance that may be. Pre / post Vecna.)
𑣲 Whenever you did decide to first speak to him, he didn’t know where to even look - let alone how to articulate words properly. He stumbled over his words , stuttered , and felt like a total clown. He thought you were cute , maybe too cute. You in turn thought he was adorable.
𑣲 He felt extremely insecure at first. He always felt a little strange , different. It left a permanent dent in his attitude and how he viewed himself. He sometimes wondered if you just pitied him , that’s why you spoke to him. Overtime , he starts to realize maybe he doubted you. The way you look to him isn’t pity but acceptance. You seemed genuinely interested in his life , in what he did. Peeking over his shoulder while he snapped photos , rummaging through his music with a critical eye laced with approval.
𑣲 He’s almost like a stray cat , in a way. It takes multiple tries to get him to warm up but once he does - he does.
𑣲 Conversation starts to flow easier. You learn about his love for picture taking (You even get to see them) and you share music.
𑣲 In a show of bravery , he surprises you with a custom mixtape. He spent hours burning music onto the thing. To anyone , it would have just looked like a normal playlist - but he knows the secret implications and the meticulous way he chose each and every one. You may not notice it at first , or until he points it out directly (if he ever does), but he knows and takes a quiet pride in his boldness.
𑣲 In a slip of the moment , he clumsily kisses you. He has some experience , from the time he and Nancy had dated , but his nerves overtook any sort of his brain and singled in all of his attention on how your lips felt against his. You had to guide him back on track , to which the sloppy kisses turned somewhat manageable. You pull away laughing , causing his face to screw up in confusion and his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. He dives back in, determined to prove himself - and his kissing game. By the time he’s satisfied , the sun had started to set and cast a cozy hue into his room.
𑣲 He , surprisingly , asked you out first. He had wanted to take pictures at an area he had spotted when driving home. He asked you to come along , attempting to seem casual even as his cheeks flared red. You , of course , agreed. Even though he claimed to have wanted to get landscape pictures … you somehow crept your way into each one without even realizing.
𑣲 Even if he doesn’t exactly feel interested in things you like (music , movies , shows , comics , etc.) he always makes a point to indulge you as you do him. He’ll listen , watch , whatever it is he can do to show his support.
𑣲 He adores the way you and Will get along. He loves to see two of his favorite people bond in such a pure way , especially after everything Will had to go through. (L*nnie , bullies , or Vecna) He appreciates your soft tone and kindness and finds himself basking in it like a bright sun ray. He wonders how he got so lucky from feeling so alone to having someone so wonderful want to be in his presence.
𑣲 He has an obsession with taking pictures of you. One turns to two which then turns to ten. That then turned into a little box stashed under his bed with many pictures of you. Some candid , some purposeful. You smiling at the camera , you cooking , you asleep , you looking off somewhere with the most content look on yourself. Others had to be kept in a separate bag in said box, at the very bottom. Those were more … personal. He had a habit of liking to take pictures before or after the moments of intimacy. Liking to materialize your face or the marks left behind as a reminder for nights when he’s alone. ;)
𑣲 During said moments of intimacy , he’s very very vocal. He’s not ashamed to show you how good he feels when you tug on his hair or grip him just right. He loves to duck his head against your neck , in any position , and mumble praise right by your ear. Whining about how good he feels and how much he loves you. The stands directly on the thin line between dominant and submissive , allowing you yo sway which way he leans that day.
𑣲 He doesn’t haw a high drive , but when he wants.. he wants hard. He becomes needy , only able to focus on you and how good he could feel — how good he could make you feel.
𑣲 Though he loves sex with you , the softer quieter moments are what he treasures. Running a hand through your hair , holding your hand - or you , cuddling up close to you and attempting to crawl into your skin. He could be content just listening to music in silence with you for hours. Your company is just as addictive , if not more , as sex. You’re his light and his home and he relishes in that.
He’s so cutie baby I love him so much. If he dies in part 2 , I do too. Okay ?
I’m debating if I should do someone else or just keep writing about him until I perfect him and his character and become 10x more obsessed LOL.
I hope you enjoyed !! Criticism is accepted 🫂
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